It's now coming up on 9 months since you've been gone and the pain hurts just as much today as it did then. I keep hearing it'll get better with time but I can't imagine losing you will ever hurt less.
You were my greatest supporter. The one person who never gave up on me. The one who always pushed me to do my best and then do better.
You are my hero. The person I look up to. The person I want advice from. The person I respect the most. The person I want to make proud.
It's hard for me to say good-bye. It's hard for me to accept that you're gone. It's hard to accept that I can't call you anymore or hear your voice or laugh. It's all just too hard.
I pray I will see you again someday. That I'll be able to hug you and tell you how much I love you. I just want to hear you call me 'kid' again and tell me everything is going to be okay.
I love you, Grandpa. So very much! You touched so many people in your short time here with us. I'm so grateful for all the memories I have of you and all the wisdom you shared with me.
Love, Kelly Mae